I told Lauren I had a headache after we got home from having dinner. (It wasn't bad yet but annoying enough where it could turn into something if I didn't take anything soon.)
Lauren says, "Ahhh. Don't worry mommy. We'll take care of you. Then she turns to
twench and says, "Daddy, don't put any sauce on mommy's pasta. She has a headache."
So precious! The concern was genuine. We're just trying to figure out what sauce has to do with headaches.